As early as ten years ago, or even earlier, as early as when she was just born, she carried the expectations of her parents and her own destiny, closely linked.

If the snow is like snow, Ji Luoming regrets that he has not realized, and hopes that his daughter can complete it.

Li Jingxuan hoped to find a good home for her daughter, and it also fell on him.

But he, who realized it later, never understood it first.

In front of the building of the Leng Group, he paused for a moment, and then drove to Binhai City.

In fact, as early as five years ago, he inquired about the location of Li Jingxuan's grave.

It's just that he hasn't had the face to look at her.

He also asked his mother, as well as Zhong Yisheng, what kind of person Li Jingxuan was.

The answer is that they are all very gentle and obedient, very nice people, but very assertive people.

Same with her.

He was really blind and couldn't see her benefits, just wishful thinking that she was Ji Luoming's daughter. ignored that in her upbringing, the one who had the greatest influence on her was her mother.

After about two hours of driving, he finally came to this seaside cemetery.

The long wind blowing by the sea dispelled the gloom in his heart, and step by step, he walked up to the cemetery in a black suit and holding a large bouquet of calla lilies in his hand.

The mood, the indescribable feeling, seems to be heavy, seems to be ashamed, and seems to be 。。。。。。 I can't hide the slightest pain.

I didn't know where she was, so I could only look for her one by one, and finally, in the middle of the penultimate row, he found Li Jingxuan's tombstone.

The moment he saw her photo, Leng Yunting recognized it, this was definitely Qingxue's mother, and there was nothing wrong with it.

The same gentle smile, as if he had seen through everything, but still had a will not to admit defeat.

"Auntie。。。。。。 No, Mom, I'm sorry. He was stunned and put the flowers in front of her Li Jingxuan's tombstone, but he didn't have the courage to look at her smiling face in the black and white photo.

- That will make him feel a deep, deep sense of guilt, and there is no way to face it.

cheekily called her "Mom", but in fact, Leng Yunting knew that he had no qualifications at all. Even in the face of Luo Qingxue, he had no face and called her "dead wife".

During his lifetime, he could not give her anything. Therefore, he can only not marry a wife for the rest of his life, even if he wants to enter the coffin, he just wants to guard her tablet for the rest of his life.

The "wife" column in his household registration book can only have the words "Luo Qingxue" written on it.

"Mom, in fact, I always feel 。。。。。 Qingxue is not dead, she must still be alive somewhere in this world. ”

In fact, he also thinks that such an idea is nothing more than a fool's dream.

The plane crashed and fell into the Pacific Ocean, and if he could survive in such a situation, basically Luo Qingxue could already become an immortal.

However, without seeing her body with his own eyes, he just couldn't believe that she was really dead!

Definitely, must still be alive, must be waiting for me, definitely.

After standing here for a while, the mobile phone rang, it was Su Qingyue.

In the past five years, Su Qingyue has also gone from being in her twenties to now, and she is over thirty.

She never looked for a partner, and Leng Yunting didn't bother to care.

He knew very well that Su Qingyue had been staring at him, especially when he hadn't gotten together with Lan Aiqing yet.

But what does it have to do with him?

His heart has been covered with dust in a certain area, falling to the ground, and tightly closed.

Hmm, I'm too sleepy, I'm more precious at noon tomorrow, now go to sleep first~